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Post by pippsheadache on Oct 14, 2023 14:43:44 GMT -5
Hope you're having a great time Matt. Let the old girlfriends see what they missed. Phew, that is a serious mane. A real challenge for a comb. |
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Post by desousa on Oct 14, 2023 14:47:20 GMT -5
Hope you're having a great time Matt. Let the old girlfriends see what they missed. Phew, that is a serious mane. A real challenge for a comb. Thanks, pipps. That picture was taken in the summer right before my senior year and I didn't cut it for three more years. Ended up down to my rear. |
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Post by rizzuto on Oct 14, 2023 14:59:09 GMT -5
Reminds me of Edgar Winter! I quit growing at age 15, which I still blame on staying up all night on the telephone with my girlfriend. I was a head taller than virtually everyone in my class and weighed 100 pounds in first grade. The only kid who was my size at the time was a black kid named Paul Jim Terry, who had been held back from promotion for at least a couple of years. So, he was eight or nine when I was six years old. When you walk into the reunion, think to yourself "The assassin has arrived! The Bocce Ball King is in the building!" |
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Post by rizzuto on Oct 14, 2023 15:08:51 GMT -5
Hope you're having a great time Matt. Let the old girlfriends see what they missed. Phew, that is a serious mane. A real challenge for a comb. Thanks, pipps. That picture was taken in the summer right before my senior year and I didn't cut it for three more years. Ended up down to my rear. That's fantastic! No way could I have lived in my house with my father if my hair even touched my shoulders. He had barber scissors and clippers and cut my hair until I was about 14 or 15. I paid for my own haircuts after that, but if it got too long, my dad would say, "You look like hell! Get your damn hair cut or I'm going to cut it!" So, it was a trade off; keep it maintained or have an obvious DIY looking coiffure. |
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Post by pippsheadache on Oct 14, 2023 15:10:32 GMT -5
Reminds me of Edgar Winter! I quit growing at age 15, which I still blame on staying up all night on the telephone with my girlfriend. I was a head taller than virtually everyone in my class and weighed 100 pounds in first grade. The only kid who was my size at the time was a black kid named Paul Jim Terry, who had been held back from promotion for at least a couple of years. So, he was eight or nine when I was six years old. When you walk into the reunion, think to yourself "The assassin has arrived! The Bocce Ball King is in the building!" Edgar Winter was who I thought of immediately. But I'm always reluctant to compare people to celebrities in case they don't like it. Although since you went there, yeah, I could see the young Desousa playing "Free Ride " |
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Post by kaybli on Oct 14, 2023 15:15:01 GMT -5
Looking good young desousa!  |
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Post by inger on Oct 14, 2023 15:20:39 GMT -5
He had a nasty reputation as cruel dude They said he was ruthless They said he was crude… |
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Post by desousa on Oct 14, 2023 15:22:23 GMT -5
Thanks, pipps. That picture was taken in the summer right before my senior year and I didn't cut it for three more years. Ended up down to my rear. That's fantastic! No way could I have lived in my house with my father if my hair even touched my shoulders. He had barber scissors and clippers and cut my hair until I was about 14 or 15. I paid for my own haircuts after that, but if it got too long, my dad would say, "You look like hell! Get your damn hair cut or I'm going to cut it!" So, it was a trade off; keep it maintained or have an obvious DIY looking coiffure. My father was the same way, but he died when I was 12. We would have hair cut Sunday every couple months or so. My mother took us to the barber for a few years after, but then gave up trying to tell us what to do. |
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Post by desousa on Oct 14, 2023 15:24:29 GMT -5
Reminds me of Edgar Winter! I quit growing at age 15, which I still blame on staying up all night on the telephone with my girlfriend. I was a head taller than virtually everyone in my class and weighed 100 pounds in first grade. The only kid who was my size at the time was a black kid named Paul Jim Terry, who had been held back from promotion for at least a couple of years. So, he was eight or nine when I was six years old. When you walk into the reunion, think to yourself "The assassin has arrived! The Bocce Ball King is in the building!" Some people called me Edgar or Johnny Winter, others called me Bad Bob. He was a character from the film "The Life and Times of Judge Roy Bean". |
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Post by inger on Oct 14, 2023 15:30:08 GMT -5
Thanks, pipps. That picture was taken in the summer right before my senior year and I didn't cut it for three more years. Ended up down to my rear. That's fantastic! No way could I have lived in my house with my father if my hair even touched my shoulders. He had barber scissors and clippers and cut my hair until I was about 14 or 15. I paid for my own haircuts after that, but if it got too long, my dad would say, "You look like hell! Get your damn hair cut or I'm going to cut it!" So, it was a trade off; keep it maintained or have an obvious DIY looking coiffure. Even after I was paying for my haircuts I figured out my older brother was giving clandestine instructions to my barber. I told the barber I knew what was up and I liked him as a person, but if he listened to Lloyd, ib be forced to go somewhere else. Lloyd continued to bitch about my “long hair”, which was not long by any stretch for the standard of the times until I was 18. That day I told him “We’ve been getting along well lately. It seems pretty dumb for you to look for something as unimportant as the length of my hair to worry about.” He had figured out by that time that I could whip his ass, and I was going to be married and out of the house within a few months. It was the first time he didn’t stick out his chest, deepen his voice and use the “As long as you live in my GD house” line on me.” He made me hate him more than I loved him for many years…I could do nothing right… |
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Post by inger on Oct 14, 2023 15:32:58 GMT -5
Hope you're having a great time Matt. Let the old girlfriends see what they missed. Phew, that is a serious mane. A real challenge for a comb. Thanks, pipps. That picture was taken in the summer right before my senior year and I didn't cut it for three more years. Ended up down to my rear. It’s quite amazing that the responses all went to music, then some to our youthful conflict over hair length. I’m quite jealous that you had tolerant upbringing… |
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Post by kaybli on Oct 16, 2023 10:12:44 GMT -5
Congratulations to chiyankee on completing the Detroit marathon yesterday! You always amaze us Chi! You are incredible. Hope you had a big deep dish pizza afterwards! |
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Post by pippsheadache on Oct 16, 2023 10:36:42 GMT -5
Congratulations to chiyankee on completing the Detroit marathon yesterday! You always amaze us Chi! You are incredible. Hope you had a big deep dish pizza afterwards! Absolutely. A wonderful accomplishment of which I am seriously envious. I have several marathoner friends, including a woman who ran them well into her 60s, so the dedication required is obvious. I don't know if it's because the running drains the emotions, but all of them are very steady and even-tempered. Much like Chi! |
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Post by inger on Oct 16, 2023 12:08:44 GMT -5
Congratulations to chiyankee on completing the Detroit marathon yesterday! You always amaze us Chi! You are incredible. Hope you had a big deep dish pizza afterwards! Gosh. Even at his advanced age. Just kidding. You truly are as olc as you feel, and often as old as you bend your mind to believe you are… |
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Post by chiyankee on Oct 16, 2023 17:10:36 GMT -5
Congratulations to chiyankee on completing the Detroit marathon yesterday! You always amaze us Chi! You are incredible. Hope you had a big deep dish pizza afterwards! Thanks everyone! This was a tough one because it was so windy. I think Detroit, not Chicago is the windy city! Still it was fun because we ran into Canada in back, so running in two countries in one run was pretty cool. I don't know if any of you have been to Detroit, but there's a one mile long incline ramp onto the Ambassador Bridge that crosses the Detroit River and enters into Canada. Not an easy trip for runners! ![]() |
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